The gleam that leaves Interchangeable dreams Sliding beads Of light on a web
The web that stays In its quivering place Does not fade As other dreams ebb
Now could I place The thin mantle of rays Guide and frame Without breaking strand
To bring the beads Of those glistening dreams T'slide on lee Into waiting hands
[[ Lemme just say that purposely trying to write with assonance instead of rhyme when rhymes keep coming to mind is . . . a challenge. ]]
[R]unesong · Mon Oct 24, 2005 @ 06:15pm · 1 Comments |